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Maria Clara Reimagined: A Quiet Strength Misunderstood

My Hot Take:

I find it both unfair and unjust that we often portray Maria Clara from Jose Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo as weak, submissive, and unworthy of being seen as a representative figure for Filipinas. This perspective dismisses the strength and resilience she showed in fighting her battles, albeit in her own quiet and unconventional ways.

Let us begin by acknowledging that Maria Clara’s form of resistance was not about loud defiance or outward rebellion but rather about challenging expectations and societal norms in deeply personal and impactful ways. She didn’t just conform to the rigid standards that were placed on Filipina women during her time. Instead, she forged her own path- unfortunately, at great personal cost.

A Fight Against Expectations

Consider the pressures she faced: Maria Clara was expected by society, her family, and her father to follow a conventional role as a wife and mother. Yet, she made a conscious decision to reject these expectations. When she found out that she just lost the love of her life, she walked away from wealth, social status, and familial ties. This wasn’t a mere act of personal heartbreak—it was a rejection of material gains, social ambition, and the compromises that many women were expected to make just to fit into their predetermined roles. How many of us can truly say we would make such a self-sacrificial choice?

She refused the authority of her real father, Padre Damaso, who sought to marry her off to Linares, prioritizing power and status over her own happiness and autonomy. Her rejection of this decision was not just a personal choice—it was a defiance of patriarchal norms that sought to control a woman’s destiny.

Sacrificing for Family and Honor

Maria Clara also chose to protect her family. How many of us today could make a decision that places family loyalty and sacrifice above personal convenience? In our modern context, we see many Filipinos and Filipinas making similar sacrifices, leaving the comforts of home to work abroad just to support their loved ones. These individuals endure hardships to ensure their families have a better future. Maria Clara’s sacrifice, in a historical sense, mirrors this loyalty and commitment.

She showed us a different kind of bravery—subtle but equally significant. Maria Clara’s choices highlighted the strength that lies in prioritizing love, loyalty, and personal sacrifice, rather than seeking self-interest or social approval.

A Call for Empathy and Recognition

I understand that judging a woman from the 19th century by our 21st-century standards might seem tempting. But we must not erase the significance of her struggles and choices by labeling her as weak or submissive. Instead, we should celebrate the strength she displayed in navigating a world filled with oppressive social expectations, familial pressures, and patriarchal norms. Maria Clara fought battles in the only way she could—with quiet resilience, inner strength, and an unwavering commitment to her heart’s choices.

Let us recognize that strength isn’t always about loud resistance or public defiance; sometimes, it’s in the quiet decisions that demand deep personal sacrifice and inner courage. Maria Clara deserves to be seen not just as a symbol of weakness but as a representative of resilience, sacrifice, and the unyielding spirit of a woman who made tough choices according to her circumstances.

In celebrating Maria Clara’s journey, we should also remember that every Filipina, past and present, carries a similar inner strength—fighting battles in their own way, making sacrifices, and ultimately shaping their lives with resilience, dignity, and love. Let’s give Maria Clara the credit she truly deserves—not just as a fictional character but as a symbol of all the Filipinas who stand strong, silently powerful, and committed to their families and communities, even when it means personal hardship.

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NO BECAUSE !!!!!!!! i think we need more interactions of Assassin!Reader x Bonten 😩😩 (thank u for da reader who requested it bcs my 🫀 is beating happiness) or maybe you could make this a series??? 👀👀 bUT ANYWAYS can I request a Assassin!Reader x Bonten where Bonten was trying to find some info abt Reader but ofc Reader knows abt it so when there's a general meeting for the Bonten Executives, she appeared into the meeting like she was just watching them the whole time 🤣 and Reader is mad mad abt it. she doesn't want them to snoop around her life

(if u dont want to do this, its ok!!! no pressure. lovelots 🫰🏻)

─Yandere!Bonten x assassin!reader

─Summary: tired of so much persecution you decide to set the record straight, but you are only making a mistake

─Warnings: mención of blood, unwarranted obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff

first of all, I still don't know how to write action or fight scenes, I'm sorry, second, many people will be grateful to you for the request, and third, how so many people liked it?! 😭🤚anyway, here you go (about making a miniseries Idk, but if I have any idea for this I will definitely write it 😌) @ajmiila02, @kenmasbimbo, @uniqueeggtoast, @belle643, @simpingfor-wakasa, @ihavestrawberryjam, @binibining-mariaclara, @sereinitysmind (hope that I didn't left anyone untagged)

Part one / Part Three

"You should stop turning down those job offers, they offer you a good amount and your other clients seem not to ask for your help much lately."

You sighed looking at the request manager, he took your silence to mean that you didn't really care, you never have anything stable in this world, there were always better and worse times so it wouldn't really worry you.

"Just take care to let me know if there are other people than 'Mr. B', their requests are ridiculous."

The man raised both hands, nodding to your petition, after that you left the alley where you met the manager, returning to the busy streets of Tokyo in the middle of rush hour, where everyone was walking down the street without worries, you mixed among those people until you reached a suburb of small houses. You opened the rickety door with a nasty creak, looking at the garbage that flooded the floor, you couldn't ask for more for the minimum amount of this place and location, anyway it was time to move to another apartment.

Not only because you needed to change 'home' from time to time, but because lately you had felt less safe with your environment, it all started when you accepted the first request from 'Mr. B', they only asked you to kill a man, you did your job but also you discovered the identity of that 'B' who turned out to be not just one person but rather several.

You don't usually remember faces or names that aren't necessary for your missions, so you had to rack your brains to remember those two faces you saw, then you linked them to that group you saved in that brothel a month ago. Luckily only you could see how the guy with the pink mullet and the guy with the scar who tried to stop you that time were there, they seemed to be watching your movements with a satisfied smile when they saw little drops of blood fall from your face.

You interpreted that 'Mr. B' was all that group that you barely remembered the appearance of, you thought that on that occasion they were only there to check that you did your job well, but you noticed how they started to track you after that assignment, although of course, they could not find you and their only way to see you would be for those orders, which you did not accept.

The next two months your usual customers disappeared without a trace, it's not like you received daily orders but it was strange that all your requests were now only from 'B', it irritated you because it meant a heavy blow to your name in the underground, by refusing to take orders to Bonten, no one else did it as if they felt threatened.

But the worst of all was that every step you took you felt their eyes on you, every corner you turned you saw their shadow on you, it bothered you enough to think about killing them but you seriously thought about it and it would get you nowhere, you didn't used to kill to reputable or well-known people because that would cause a more intensive search for you and those guys seemed to be at least successful because they were handling a ridiculous amount of money.

You didn't even know their names and they always seemed to be on your trail, you never let them get too close to you, but lately they seemed closer and closer to finding you directly, you got fed up, you weren't leading a quiet and peaceful life, but inside from the garbage of your work you could always have a rest from all those deaths, you could always have a little space to pretend that your life was not rubble and everything was normal.

"Looks like I'm going to have to do some special work or I'll go completely hysterical."

As you were getting ready to leave that same night, all of the Bonten executives gathered at their meeting point earlier today, all sitting at a round table waiting for Mikey to start the meeting, though he waved for Takeomi to start since he was already busy eating his taiyaki.

"As you know we have been looking for that assassin from that day, we have always followed clues but we never managed to find the person, but today, we will complete the capture plan."

They all nodded in sync, some more eager than others, after all the stupid game of cat and mouse made them feel more irrationally attracted to you, Mochizuki always enjoyed watching you mix so well with people but quickly lost sight of you that he needed more from you, Sanzu and Rin enjoy seeing you staining you with the blood of your targets, Kakucho seems to appreciate your fighting style, Takeomi sees you as a difficult puzzle to solve and Ran and Kokonoi were perhaps the least attached to that exalted image of you, but they were curious about you.

"Is everyone clear about their part of the plan? We can't let anything go wrong, she never leaves a trace and knows how to erase her tracks, so we'll have to resort to more violent methods than just watching how she goes on our faces."

The meeting continued for a few minutes, explaining each phase and step while unknown to them you were in the room ventilation listening to everything, your blood boiled listening to how they talked about how they would make you bow down to them, it was your breaking point.

"Once we capture her, we can do what we want with her?"

"Only what I allow."

Mikey got up answering Sanzu who rolled his eyes for the answer, the leader patted his shirt to remove all the rest of the crumbs, with that everyone knew that the meeting had ended although to their surprise three bullets hit the table right in front of the site from Mikey, immediately after you kicked the grate and jumped on top of the table pointing your two pistols at everyone.

"I am going to make one thing clear, do not interfere in my life, I don't know what you want from me, but I'm not looking for anything from you."

You kicked Rin's arm as he tried to grab your leg, immediately firing Sanzu's pistol to disarm him, then ducking to avoid Ran's staff.

"What about the expenses for destroying that brothel?"

"You speak as if-" you jumped from the table hitting Kakucho's hands with the butt of your pistol, moving as far away from them "as if you lacked money, I know you are 'Mr. B', there is no point in charging me for that."

"We don't need reasons to want you as our slave! If we want something we have it and you would be a great possession to us."

"Oh just go to hell, Chunzu, I don't care about you or your supposed leader Mokey, I'm asking for peace of mind! and I want you to take this as a warning."

You took a little momentum, doing a slight somersault on the table, you shot at the large window breaking the glass into small pieces, you ran towards the broken window to jump through it, the arms of Mochizuki and Rin trying to reach your body unsuccessfully, you spun in the air and fired one last time before your body was thrown from the top floor of the building, disappearing into the darkness of the night and the buildings.

The bullet made Mikey's dyed hair move slightly, a couple of cut strands slowly descending to the ground, everyone fell silent watching their leader look at the window you had thrown out of, Kokonoi snapping everyone out of their daze.

"Mikey…?"

"If she want to play that game we'll play, before it was a whim, but now it's a necessity, I want her here."

He turned now looking at the wall where the lead bullet had been nailed, brushing the hole and scratching slightly to remove the small object, he smiled observing the shape and caliber.

"Let's start… analyzing this."

He took one last look at his most trusted executives before walking off fiddling with the 10mm bullet, they all looked at each other with a new flame burning in their eyes, you're only making things worse, you should have run but it was too late to get rid of them.

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Something…Human? (Geralt of Rivia x Reader) [Request]

Hi, good day ❤️ if you're not busy, can I ask a Oneshot about Geralt x reader, but the reader had some sort of weird personality like Wednesday addams. And the two of them meet, after she saved both him and Jaskier from getting killed by a monster? Just thought it would be fun to have a creepy yet sarcastic reader. Hehe thank you and happy new year!—Requested by @binibining-mariaclara​

I didn’t watch Wednesday; I was too busy watching 1899.

Warnings: none

Gif Source: lamberts

When the dust settled and the smoke cleared, Jaskier a coughing wreck off to his left, hacking up a lung, Geralt surveyed the damage. The rotted wood of the strange barn-like structure had given way from the combined weight of the witcher and the bard slamming through it just as the burning thatch of roof collapsed atop the alghoul. The Jaskier-as-bait method had worked well in luring the monster into the building, but the creature’s thrashing had destroyed two crucial support pillars, knocking Geralt off-balance in the process and sending his igni sign into the thatch-covered roof.

The whole structure had caved in atop the monster, trapping it beneath rafter beams and the burning roof. From the lack of painful screaming, Geralt guessed one such beam, had knocked the creature unconscious or killed it instantly.

The wind picked up, whipping the fire into a frenzy and shoving smoke in Geralt’s eyes. He turned away, vision blurring for a moment. Beside him, Jaskier wheezed again.

“Next time…you decide to slam your body…through me…to destroy a wall,” the bard gasped, “give me a little warning!”

Geralt stood, moving with the lithe grace of a feline on high alert. “That wasn’t me.”

“Wasn’t you? Then why was I pinned beneath you?”

“Shut up,” Geralt hissed.

“No, no, no, you don’t get to tell me to shut up when I want answers. What were you thinking!?”

Firelight bounced off Geralt’s sword several meters away, dropped in the unexpected collision with the wall. The witcher scanned through the heat waves and smoke billowing off the structure, looking for the creature that was causing the hair on the back of his neck to prickle.

“Your dagger.”

Jaskier spat soot-coated saliva onto the parched grass. “What?”

“Give me your dagger.”

Alarm sent a spasm over Jaskier’s features. “What? Why?” He fumbled for the blade strapped to his belt, all but yanked the sheath off with it.

Grabbing the dagger, Geralt peered again through the smoke and flames, his wolf medallion vibrating slightly against his chest. The magic wasn’t powerful, not much stronger than one of the signs he wielded. The force that had sent him through the wall—and Jaskier with him—didn’t feel all that dissimilar from the aard sign, he realized.

“What is it?” Jaskier whispered, ducking behind Geralt. “Is the alghoul still alive!?”

“No.”

The wind shifted a fraction, stirring up the fire once more. The smoke whipped past Jaskier and Geralt.

A dark shape shimmered behind the heat waves.

“Then what is—oh, gods.” Jaskier went silent, arrested by the illusory form. “That’s not courage curdling at all.”

The shape moved.

Jaskier darted back behind Geralt as the witcher tracked the shape’s movement around the collapsed structure. It disappeared behind the smoke, reappeared when the wind flattened the black cloud, drawing nearer.

“That’s far enough! We’re not worth your time!”

Geralt ground his teeth, keeping himself from barking at Jaskier to stay quiet. The figure stepped past the distortion created by the heat waves, stepping through the smoke plume as though unaffected by its acridity.

The bard relaxed as you stepped into view, no longer a shimmering silhouette but fully illuminated by the flames. Shadows played over your face, swinging between softening your features and sharpening them into something unnerving. Geralt remained poised for attack, searching for signs of aggression, anything that would presage you wielding violence against him and the bard.

“Neat with the fire,” you said, your voice strangely monotone. It grew inflection as you continued. “I can’t imagine an easier way to demolish a barn. If it was ever a barn.” You glanced over your shoulder at the pile as though appraising it for its barn-like qualities.

“Hullo,” Jaskier called, mustering up a smile. “That wouldn’t happen to be your barn, would it? Because we very much did not intend for this mess. But we took care of the alghoul, so what’s a little old barn compared to a monster rampaging at night?”

Your gaze moved from him to Geralt with a sharpness that sent an uneasy shiver down the witcher’s spine. His grip on the dagger remained firm, ready for blood.

“Oh, you took care of the monster?” You rolled your eyes. “And here I thought the burning roof did that.”

“Well…we may not have delivered the killing blow, but the fire was Geralt’s, and we lured the creature inside anyway, so yes, we took care of it.”

“Does he always talk this much?” you asked. “He ought to make a living with it.”

“For your edification,” Jaskier snapped, “I am a bard and—”

“Nevermind, I see you already figured it out.” You fixed your gaze on Geralt again. “And you must be…the witcher everyone keeps talking about. They sing songs about you, you know.”

“Thanks to me.”

“Oh, there he goes talking again.”

Jaskier huffed, scrambling for words. The faint curve of a smirk touched your lips, your eyes still trained on Geralt. The humor didn’t quite reach your flat eyes.

“What are you?” Geralt’s voice rumbled deep in his chest.

Jaskier stilled. “She’s not…she’s not human?”

You sighed, the sound both heavy and bored. “Everyone on this continent needs new material. You all seem to be recycling yourself. Everywhere I go, it’s the same. ‘What are you? You’re not human.’” A sound of disgust emerged from your throat.

It sounded disingenuous.

“What are you?” Geralt repeated, edge lining his words.

“Bored.” You feigned a yawn. ““Witcher this, witcher that.’ I followed you for entertainment, and what do I find? You both in need of rescuing.”

“Wait…you sent us through the wall?” Jaskier stepped past Geralt. “Do you see how massive he is!? I’m lucky I didn’t break anything!”

“Next time, I’ll let the monster win.” A brittle smile pulled at your lips, an eerie flicker in your eyes. “That would be more entertaining.”

Jaskier reared back a step, Geralt shifting so the bard wouldn’t stumble into him. The wolf medallion had stopped vibrating, but the hair on Geralt’s nape still prickled uneasily as he met your curiously flat stare, watching the unsettling flicker within your pupils.

Pivoting sharply on your heel, you strolled away from the burning wreckage, not once looking over your shoulder.

“All you did was stand there,” Jaskier complained, shooting the witcher a glare.

“I was waiting.”

“For what? Her to tongue-lash us to death?”

Geralt handed Jaskier the dagger without a word, then slowly crossed the field to the edge of the destroyed structure. His gloves prevented him from being burned when he picked up his sword from beside the raging flames.

“What was she?” Jaskier asked, his annoyance replaced with concern. “She wasn’t human, right? Did you see her eyes?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well…that’s probably more terrifying. Let’s go back to the village. I need a strong drink after that.” Jaskier hesitated midstride. “Unless…what if she’s there?”

Geralt almost hoped you would be, just so he could learn whether you were human or not.

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Mario Castelnuovo-Tedesco (1895-1968) : Cipressi ·

Mariaclara Monetti, piano

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• rotina noturna de skincare para peles acneicas e oleosas • lembrando sempre que você NÃO precisa de todos esses passos, essa é a minha rotina e não precisa necessariamente ser a sua tá bem?

Skincare tem que ser um momento seu e prazeroso, um limpador facial, um hidratante e um protetor solar já está perfeito.

Temos cupom de 10% de desconto em todo site da @creamyskincare : "mariaclara"

Já saiu aqui no reels minha rotina diurna de cuidados com a pele, então aproveita e já vai conferir!

》Qual é a rotina de skincare de vocês?

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Maria Clara & Ibarra, but it’s a Webtoon 💛✨

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REPOSTED

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"Hindi pa nagsisimula ang hapunan pero busog na ang mga kababaihan sa kakasulyap sa akin." - Fidel 😆 Ibarra's face was like 'wut'. Can't get enough of these characters. Trying anime style for this scene redraw of Fidel and Ibarra from Maria Clara at Ibarra series. I laughed at the screenshot when I saw it. I want to make it more animeish and in cell shaded style. But maybe I will try on my next artworks if I can. . . . . #mariaatibarrafanart #mariaclara #mci #mcifidel #mciibarra #ibarra #digitalart #fanart #anime #screenshotredraw #drawthisinyourstyle #drawing #artph #illustration #illustrator #commissionopen #artistofinstagram #huiontabletph https://www.instagram.com/p/ClSa3Q-hoB7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Hello! So today is currently Rizal Day in the Philippines and I wanted to share this little comic I made for our Rizal class a year ago. The prompt was the "ideal filipino woman" based on Rizal's "Letter to the Women of Malolos". For those not in the know, Rizal is the Philippine National Hero.

I took some relevant quotations from that letter and placed it in the perspective of an alternate Pia Alba, a character from Noli Me Tangere.

I took some relevant quotations from that letter and placed it in the perspective of an alternate Pia Alba, a character from Noli Me Tangere. In the original story, she withered away after being taken advantage of by Padre Damaso, inevitably dying after giving birth to Maria Clara. The concept for this comic piece came from me and my boyfriend's conclusion: if the world Pia Alba had lived in prioritized moral good derived from rational thinking and passed that strength onto her child, then maybe things wouldn't have ended as badly as they had.

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Costume National, an article from L'Officiel Manila June 2015 Issue about Philippine fashion and its influences from Europe throughout the decades.

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𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑎- 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝐼𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜💎💘

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「 🖇 」 — 𝑀𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑅𝐴 𝐼𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑆 like if you save or use! | credits me, but the filter is from 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. ⊰

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O Amor Não Tem Leis #2: O Julgamento Final de Camila Moreira Sinopse: O destino mais uma vez afasta Maria Clara de seu grande amor. Um trágico acontecimento obriga a jovem a abandonar Alexandre Ferraz no momento em que ele mais precisa dela. Sentindo-se culpada pelo acidente que pode ter tirado a vida de Diego, irmão de Alexandre, Maria Clara não vê outra alternativa a não ser fugir e buscar consolo nos braços Derek Mayer, o ex-namorado. Desesperado, Ferraz não consegue entender como ela teve coragem de desaparecer. Com a tragédia que atingiu o irmão, ele descobrirá que o que sente por sua menina é mais forte do que imaginava. Em O amor não tem leis - O julgamento final, o dr. Alexandre Ferraz tem em mãos o caso mais difícil de sua vida: conquistar o amor de uma mulher determinada a não amar. #Livros #Sinopse #OAmorNãoTemLeis #OJulgamentoFinal #CamilaMoreira #MariaClara #AlexandreFerraz #Diego #DerekMayer #Ex-namorado https://www.instagram.com/p/CTdj7fhrmDK/?utm_medium=tumblr